"Are you comfortable?" Cyndi asked as she sauntered into the living room where she had prepared a makeshift bed for Remy. Remy hoped these conditions would only be temporary...Cyndi had a big, big bed and he loved the idea of sharing it with her.

"Oui, Chere. T'ank you." He replied from his position on the couch, snuggled into one of her extra comforters and some fluffy pillows. They smelled just like her and he wondered how many nights had she slept on them and perhaps thought of him. He could only hope she still loved him. After all this time, he began to wonder if she really had gotten over him, but whenever he came around, it was like when they were young and he knew she felt it too.

"Well...good night, Remy." She said pensively as she turned to go back to her room and shut the door behind her. She sighed to herself and crawled into bed, trying desperately to fall asleep quickly. But with Remy sleeping in the next room...how could she sleep when all she wanted to do was bring him into her bed and give him the welcoming she knew he wanted. The welcome she knew she wanted to give him.

Meanwhile...

"Dieu...Remy can't sleep like dis..." Remy sighed to himself gently as he sat up in the couch and stared at the wall, admiring the white and cream colored pinstriped paint job Cyndi and Becky had labored over during their first semester there. The classic walls didn't quite blend in with the location...a college campus, but what could you expect from 2 classy ladies? Their dorm was definitely a large step above the neon Budweiser signs and stacked beer can structures of their peers.

Remy threw back the blankets and got off the couch, debating whether to knock on her door or not. He knew she might not be too pleased at first, but once they were kissing...he knew she would give in and the truth would come out. The truth being that she still loved him. Still wanted him. Just like he loved and wanted her...needed her. Amidst his thoughts, Remy found himself traveling into her dark room where she was fast asleep. In the moonlight, he could see her face...her brow furrowed; she was thinking about something...she looked sad and still so beautiful. He knelt down on the carpet beside her and simply watched her. It seemed like ages until her brow relaxed, but when it had, Remy smiled to himself.

"Always de worrier, Chere..." He whispered softly. In response to his voice, Cyndi let out a soft whimper that filled his heart to bursting. When they were dating, she would always say how his voice calmed her, put her at ease. He knew now that that had not changed one bit and he couldn't help but be happy about that.

"Ya know Remy loves ya, don' ya, femme? All dis time an' Remy still loves ya...an' ya hold it ova' Remy coz ya know dat he'll do anyt'in' fo' ya." He whispered to her gently as he studied her face and brushed her side swept bangs out of her face.

"Oui...I know." She whispered gently as her eyes opened steadily. She hadn't been sleeping after all...just hoping that if she closed her eyes, that perhaps sleep would come. Remy smirked as their eyes met and she gave a little smile up at him.

"Remy don' wanna sleep on de couch, Chere..." He said softly, his face serious but his tone light.

"I don't want you to either..." She said as she slowly scooted over in the blankets and opened them to him. He got into bed with her and she put the blankets over him as well, snuggling up to him instantly. She knew this would happen...she had promised herself it wouldn't, but once he was there...she couldn't stop herself. He was the only man she had ever truly loved...still loved.

"Chere, Remy missed ya so much." He said gently, his big strong arms wrapping around her body.

"Are you really here to stay? I don't know if I could get hurt by you again." She admitted.

"Oui, Bella was never de one fo' dis Cajun. Ya know dat, Chere, Remy had no ch-" Remy began to explain before Cyndi cut him off.

"No choice, I know." She replied abruptly, flashbacks of the day he had broken up with her sailing through her brain. The feelings she felt on the day...everything came back, feeling as if the days had never progressed and she was still in that moment. Her heart had never felt so low.

"Ya gotta believe dat. Remy hurt jus' as much as ya did when we had ta break up." He insisted. Cyndi bit her bottom lip to keep from disagreeing and saying something that would start a fight. Instead of speaking, she turned over, nudging herself out of his embrace.

"Cyndi...pourquoi faites-vous ceci (Why are you doing this?)? Nous devrions être heureux (We should be happy)." Remy cooed softly as he inched close behind her and brought one hand up to stroke her bare arm slowly and soothingly.

"English, Remy." She sighed.

"Why are we wastin' time fightin', Amour? We waited so long ta be toge'her." He said gently as he leaned down and kissed her shoulder exposed by her black tank top. She sighed once more and closed her eyes. Damn him.

"We shoul' be makin' love..." He whispered softly as he began kissing a trail from her shoulder to her neck, sensually assaulting the crook of her neck with his mouth and tongue. It was then that she thought she might give in to him...but her brain ultimately got the better of her. Though what he was doing to her felt amazing, she knew it couldn't continue. Not tonight.

"Remy..." She replied sternly after she had regained her composure.

"Mmm, oui, Chere?" He murmured huskily between kisses.

"Stop it!" She said as she bolted up from the bed, leaving Remy with a very confused look on his face, his eyes glowing dimly from his desire to have her. Blindly unsure of why he couldn't.

"Wha'? Why?" He asked dumbfounded from his spot on the bed.

"We haven't really talked about anything since you've been here. You expect things to just fall into place once you came here? That I would jump into your arms and pick up where we left off?" She asked her voice raising and her blue eyes glaring at him.

"Oui...considerin' de circumstances. Ya know Remy had not'in ta do wit' all dat wedding business if he had de ch-." He began, sitting up in the bed.

"Choice, Yes, I KNOW. Stop saying that!" She replied as she turned her back to him.

"Well, it's true!" He said, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest.

"You broke my heart!" Cyndi finally cried out as she whipped back around, her eyes reflecting the hurt she felt deep in her soul. How could he ask so much of her?

"Chere..." Remy said softly as he got out of the bed and walked over to her.

"Just get out, please. Go to bed." She said as she turned her face to look away from him. Deciding to do at least one smart thing that night, he nodded obediently and exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. Remy sighed and ran a hand through his short auburn hair.

"Ya have a lot o' work ta do, homme." Remy told himself as he reclaimed his position back on her couch and threw the blankets over himself.

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Yaaaaaaaaay, I've finally written a new chapter! I've been so busy since this summer, I haven't thought much about being creative. Hopefully, this chapter is good lol I'm rusty lol